The last birds have left
Exiled by winter
Lights of the north
A dancing halo
Stretching over mountains
The whispers forge every lake
Far have you wandered
Lay down
Close your eyes
Embrace the final rest
Long lasting calls wither and die
A fading sun
A falling star
A growing rage
A distant roar
Your fire betrayed you
The scent reveals where you hide
Shadows reaching to claim your reeking skin
Signs of a storm
No need to repent
This wall is heading for you
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
Its will is your end
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